Assignment #8. Prompt: drawer. Form: ode. Device: apostrophe.
I am cheered to see you again, though it was unexpected.
I had thought the drawer to be empty,
opening it simply on a whim.
Recklessly abandoned inside this dark coffin,
you nonetheless thrived,
gaining esteem despite my neglect.
Bold colors contrast with your diminutive size.
A seeming contradiction between flamboyant style
and menial purpose.
I am not swayed by either extreme.
My attraction is not based on appearances,
and I recognize that your inconsequential demeanor
belies your true power.
You await my direction, to do my bidding,
and yet it is you who holds sway
over my very basic capacity to communicate.
And though I value you, I must send you away.
Your potential cannot be realized
while stuffed in a drawer.
So I'm letting you go with one selfish request:
Please do not return to me,
my “forever” postage stamp.